"Say, Jim," said Jordan, "them folks was a good deal like we is, after all, wuzn't they? They'd fight for most nuthin'; they'd get gone on wimmen; liked good hosses; they'd trade and work tryin' ter get rich; and ef they hed hearn of a gold mine, they'd gone ter Arizony for it."
"I guess you are right, Jordan," said Sedgwick, "you always are. The world changes its methods, but the original man is about what he has always been."
"Wurn't it from thet place Carthage that ther black feller cum what held ther Dagoes so level fur so long?" asked Jordan.
"Hannibal, do you mean?" asked Sedgwick.
"Ther same," replied Jordan.
"Yes," replied Sedgwick, "and a marvelous soldier and leader of men he was, to be sure."
"Indeed, he wur; but say, Jim, what do yo' calcerlate his pedigree wur?"
"Why, he came from a family of kings and fighting men," answered Sedgwick.
"Yes, I know; but I mean what breed war he? War he one of them ere Ethiopians?" said Jordan.
"No, I think not," answered his friend. "He was dark like an Arab or a Moor, but he belonged to a race that built cities and ships, tamed horses, and fought scientific battles."